The only time I've eaten horse (this side of any hidden in a pasty/pie/sausage/"burger") was in Romania. The menu (usually a work of fiction) said it was biftec but it bloody wasn't. Anyway, £2 for the whole meal that tasted OK, who cares.

Went into a shop in Bulgaria, long glass counter with bits of tat underneath, lent onto counter, the whole length shattered, it was just ordinary thin glass, bought a bar of nutty in another shop, got two, gave one back said I only want one, got it back, you only have one, no I dont says I, now I've got two, takes one bar off me and says, one bar of nutty, takes other bar and says change from purchase, silly me, borrowed ironing board in hotel, it was the size of a diving board, took two of us to get back to room, in said room shower head was about 2" from light fitting, and the water drained into the bedroom, had lots of laughs on that run